If a writer could get their so-called writer’s block when they feel like they can’t write anything, then, what do you call for a designer having hard (I mean, reaally hard) time to find new fresh ideas for bunch of deadline-oriented clientales? Designer’s block? Uhn-no. I feel like being dragged into a mental hospital if you must call it like that.. .. .. .. … Oh, I spaced out. This can’t be good.

Actually, I sit here brokenhearted right now after overhearing things about that guy and that girl. I somehow noticed, even predicted that they may come out and installed themselves into that kind of relationship. Yet I wander in my thoughts and expect something different and secretly hoping his eyes and heart don’t waver from his old flame. Or maybe I didn’t listen to my own conscience speaking back at me: there’s nothing there, nothing in him you’d find for yourself. Maybe I’m just not very good in listening to anybody. It would sound different after awhile, it would sound not right after listening to it over and over. It really is wearisome, and I fear for my life. I fear I wouldn’t survive all this. You see, a brokenheart is quite peculiar. It’s an ache that is so endearing to be bear again after some time. If I may say, this urge of wanting so much to be brokenhearted is merely an attempt to feel more alive. Tee-hee, I know. I am exaggerating.

But instinctively there’re always self-conceited thoughts in every person’s mind. Sometimes their ego take the best of themselves. Some of us call it narcisism. Some might call it a necessity to survive. Some might enjoy themselves being one, some might despise of one.

I myself caught my feet in between. I don’t brag when people’s around but in my solitude—me, myself and I were the constant thing I have in mind. Just like this note. I can’t help to love talking to about myself. Or write about them, what I like, despise, or everything about anything that concerns me.

Ego is the immediate dictate of human consciousness. —Max Planck 

I guess that’s the flaw of being human, which is, you know, humane. Okay, getting sleepy now. Time to sign out.